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| I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. | | Literature; Writers; Writing | |
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| I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate. | | Uncategorized | |
| I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts. | | Uncategorized | |
| Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen. | | Ideas | |
| If you're in trouble, or hurt or need -- go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help -- the only ones. | | Uncategorized | |
| In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage. | | Growing up | |
| In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable. | | Uncategorized | |
| It always seemed strange to me that the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, aquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and selfinterest are the traits of sucess. And while men admire the quality of the first, they love the produce of the second. | | Uncategorized | |
| It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. | | Problems | |
| It is the nature of a man as he grows older- to protest against change, particularly changes for the better | | Age; Change; Mankind | |
| It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world. | | Action; Choice; Death and dying; Living; Pleasure; Thought | |
| Lord, how the day passes! It is like a life, so quickly when we don't watch it, and so slowly if we do. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man has become our greatest hazard, and our only hope. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it. | | Men | |
| Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased. | | Uncategorized | |
| Maybe it’s like this, Max--you know how, when you are working on a long and ordered piece, all sorts of bright and lovely ideas and images intrude. They have no place in what you are writing, and so if you are young, you write them in a notebook for future use. And you never use them because they are sparkling and alive like colored pebbles on a wave-washed shore. It’s impossible not to fill your pockets with them. But when you get home, they are dry and colorless. I’d like to pin down a few while they are still wet. | | Research; Writing | |
| Maybe there ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue, they's just what people does. Some things folks do is nice and some ain't so nice, and that's all any man's got a right to say. | | Sin; Virtue | |
| Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. | | Change; Men | |
